Chapter 2
Frank drifted into slumber. He breathed deeply as rain pelted the roof and windows of the Genet home. His head lay against his mother's thigh and his right hand still cupped her full ass-cheek.
He dozed, his mind filled with awe and wonder of the sexual encounter with his beautiful mother.
And lying beside her son, her legs still splayed lewdly, Michele lay in a euphoric stupor as her body relaxed from the nerve-tearing orgasm she had experience at the hands of her son-who was not yet fifteen years old!
Frank stirred as he sensed Michele moving, then he felt her mouth on his. Her tongue flicked out and touched his. He sucked it into his mouth as she pressed her body to his. He felt her pussy rub his thigh as her hand stroked his limp prick.
"I... I love you ..." he whispered.
"And I love you, Francois ..." she said. Her fingers closed around his prick and she felt it come to life as she held it softly.
"You ... you did not mind my ... my doing that... in your mouth?" he asked apprehensively as she stroked his cock.
She laughed. "But no! It was like the nectar of the gods, Francois... did I not taste good to you?"
"Yes, but you ... you do not cum like I... I mean, there is such a difference."
"Yes, you are correct," she told him, "But the difference is not so great-we both experience the same feeling, and though my juices are not as thick as yours, they are there." She kissed him again.
Frank thought about their recent encounter. He knew there was more to come and he wondered if he would be able to please his mother in other ways.
Then, Michele raised to one elbow. "But you must tell me, Francois ... where ... where did you learn the 69? That is not something a virgin, would know..." And as she asked him, Michele reexperienced the thrill of her son's thumb driving her wild as it fucked in and out of her pussy in unison with his finger in her ass.
Frank cupped his mother's tit. As her nipple grew stiff beneath his palm, he told her. "At the academy ... Sister Angelica ... she often punished Eric and I."
"Eric-your roommate?" Michele recalled the golden-haired youth.
Frank nodded and moved his hand to his mother's other tit. "She caught us once when we ... when we were-how you say?"
Excited now by his hand and his bashful manner, Michele smiled. "Masturbating?"
"Yes, that... ? he said and felt a rush of blood to his face.
"But how did she punish you, Francois?"
Frank closed his eyes momentarily as he felt his prick stiffening with new life. He drew his breath and moved his own hand to her stomach as he began to relate the tale to her.
It had been cold in the room and Eric had come to Francois' bed as a storm howled outside. They had snuggled at first for warmth-as they often did. They they began talking about girls and fucking and sucking. They got erections. They began masturbating. Their gowns were pushed up to their chests with the covers thrown back when Sister Angelica opened the door and gasped.
Francois related how frightened they both were at the sudden and unexpected appearance of the nun, and how they had both simply lain there, frozen under her stern gaze. Then, she had come inside the small room, closed the door quietly and set the flickering candle on the table. Neither of them had moved as she came to the side of the bed, her hands on hips, staring at them without speaking.
They had made a feeble attempt to cover their cocks as the nun came to the bed, but she would not allow it. She ofdefed them to disrobe completely as she watched-threatening to tell both the Headmaster and the Mother Superior if they did not obey her and accept her punishment.
Then, to the boys' surprise, Sister Angelica slowly lifted the hem of her habit. She was naked from the waist down and she took Francois' hand. Doing as he was bid, Francois eased his thumb into her cunt, then eased his middle finger into her asshole.
As Francois moved his thumb and finger in and out of her body, she forced Eric to sit on the side of the bed and masturbate himself as he watched. As Eric's juices spurted from his body onto the bare floor, Sister Angelica had groaned and Francois felt his own hand soaked with her cunt-juice. Then, she repeated the act with Eric and made Francois watch and masturbate himself.
"... she came to our room often after that, Michele ... and would not leave until she had her fun and we had had our punishment."
Michele licked her lips as she stroked her son's stiffened prick. She thought about the sex-starved nun, standing with her habit bunched about her waist and being fingerfucked by the two young boys.
"But she never asked you to do any other thing to her?"
"No.. .Sister Angelica got with child and all the other sisters were said to be wary ..." the boy said innocently.
Michele laughed lightly as she rolled to her back and pulled a pillow beneath her buttocks. "I am not wary, my son. Come to me . . . come fuck your mother!"
Frank's heart beat wildly in his chest as he saw his mother lie back, her legs opened. He gazed at the dark patch of hair and the treasure there. His prick throbbed painfully for release as he looked at his mother's cunt in the flickering candlelight. He thought again of Sister Angelica as he ran his hand over his mother's stomach to her tits to find the nipples hard and erect.
He mounted her slowly and thrilled to the silken warmth of her voluptuous body. Then, he felt her hand guiding his cock gently to her cunt.
"Fuck ... fuck gently, my love," he heard her saying.
Frank pushed inward with his hips and he felt his mother's hand leave him as the head of his prick slid past the outer lips of her pussy to reward him with the warmest sensation he had ever experienced.
"Oh ... ohhh ... ma ... that feels so good!"
Michele raised her legs and felt her son's man-sized prick slide deeply into her pussy.
"Yes ... fuck deeply, Francois. Pull out slowly and raise your body .. ." She moved her hands to his hips as he withdrew his cock slowly.
Frank leaned on his elbows and fucked his mother slowly, pulling his prick out to the head, then plunging deeply with a heavy stroke to feel her cunt-mound tightly against him.
"Ohhh . .. oh,, God, yessss!" she gasped as he rammed his prick into her cunt to the hilt.
"Do... do you like that, Mother?" he asked innocently as she moaned and Ijfted her legs to lock them about his slender waist.
"Oh, Francois!" she gasped, "Yes .. . yes, I love it, darling! Fuck . .. Fuck me ... fuck your mother!"
As her hips bucked beneath his grinding loins and a fine sheen of sweat covered his mother's body, his instinct told him what to do. He felt himself cumming again.
"Oh, Mother! I... I'm going to ... going toooo ..."
"Yes! Oh, God, yessss... let me feel your cum ... shoot your cum in my cunt, Francois .. .
fuck me... FUCK MEEEE!" She pumped her hips to her son's thrusting body and felt his prick plunge deeply inside her cunt as her raging orgasm built and threatened to take her consciousness.
Frank felt his prick erupt deep within his mother's pussy as she shuddered beneath him. He felt the cum spurt, time and time again as the sensation took him and the contractions racked his young body. He was aware, too, of the tightening of his mother's cunt as the spasms came and passed, then came again.
He arched his back and stiffened as they both tumbled over the brink of ecstasy.
Michele lay there drained, her arms and legs wrapped about the exhausted body of her son, his prick still buried deep inside her cunt.
"Sleep ..." she whispered as he closed his eyes, his head nestled softly above her tits. "Sleep, my beautiful son."
Michele brushed his forehead with her lips as his eyelids fluttered and he sighed deeply.
Michele lay there quietly holding her son in her arms long after he had fallen asleep. She stroked his brow gently and recalled holding him like this when he was a very small boy. How long ago that had been, she thought and sighed, then she gently moved his arm from her body and slipped from beneath the covers.
She took her peignoir from the chair nearby, draped it about her shoulders and lit a cigarette. She walked to the window to gaze into the rain-swept night.
She dragged deeply on her cigarette and wondered idly what her husband Jacques would feel if he knew what had happened between his wife and son that night. She smiled.
Returning to the bed, she looked down at Francois, asleep on his back, his young face serene and content-and she realized that it did not matter what her husband might feel or think ... she loved, her son.
She removed the peignoir and slipped beneath the covers to snuggle close to her son; he moaned lightly in his sleep. When she reached between his legs and fondled his now-soft prick, she smiled, then closed her eyes.
Frank awoke sometime after dawn. He moved beneath the covers and found his head nestled between a pair of large, lush tits. As memory of the night before returned, he kissed the nipple nearest his mouth and felt his mother's hand move to his erect prick and squeeze it gently.
His bladder strained.
"Ummm..." she moaned and stroked his aching prick. "Must you go?"
"The toilet..." he said and squirmed.
"Wait-please wait!" she said urgently and threw back the covers.
Frank watched her climb naked from the bed. His heart fluttered as he looked upon her nakedness and beauty in the early light. She brushed the hair from her eyes, smiled and held up a single finger to him before turning and walking seductively across the carpeted bedroom to the bath. .
His prick ached and his bladder pained him as he watched her walk from the bed-her ass swaying and her tits bouncing free. He lay there for a long moment, then he heard the sound of running water and then the shower.
Michele called to him.
He slipped out of bed and found her standing before the large stall shower as steam poured over the top of the door.
"Can you hold it a bit longer?" she asked.
"Yes ... I think so-but why?"
She faced him, took hold of his straining prick and pressed her naked body to his. She kissed him lightly on the mouth.
He felt her tongue enter his mouth and he raised his hand to her tits as they were flattened against his chest.
"I shall show you," she said as their lips parted and she opened the shower door and stepped in, leading him by the prick.
Inside, with the door closed and the hot spray washing their bodies, Michele turned her back to him, took hold of the shower handles, then bent forward slightly and spread her legs. "Just the head of your cock, Francois ... put it in just a bit."
He moved forward. He took hold of her hips as she reached between her legs to guide his prick to that warm cunt. He felt his cock-head slide easily between the outer lips of her pussy and he was tempted to thrust deeply.
As her hand stroked his throbbing prick, she looked over her shoulder, "Now ... hold it as long as you can ..."
Frank stood very still as the warm water ran over their coupled bodies. His bladder ached for release.
"But... but Mother ..." he stammered. "If I do not move, I'm afraid I will... I will piss while I am inside you."
Michele smiled. "Yes, I know ..."
Then, over the head of his aching, throbbing prick, Frank felt something hot and as it grew more forceful, he realized what it was. She moaned lowly and his hands tightened on her full hips as the rush of piss came from her bladder to wash hotly over his prick. He felt his own piss building. It came spasmodically at first, then became more forceful as his cock relaxed and he pissed directly into his mother's cunt.
She shivered under his touch and sighed as the last of his piss came out and she realized she had reached a small orgasm as a result.
"Oh, Francois!" she cried and thrust her ass back and felt his prick slide all the way into her pussy.
He lunged forward and slipped his arms about her to hold her tightly. He slid his prick in and out of her cunt several times, more and more enraptured with his mother's beautiful body and the pleasure it was bringing him.
"Oh, Mother .. ." he moaned. "So good ... it feels so very good!"
He felt his orgasm building rapidly as his cock plunged in and out of her slippery cunt.
Then, Michele straightened suddenly and Frank felt his prick sucked out as she clamped her legs together and held him there. With her back still turned to him, she guided his hands to her tits.
"Wait... there is something better," she said, reaching for the scented soap.
He stood still as she lathered her hand. Pressing her hands between her legs, she lathered his prick. She gave him the soap as she bent forward again.
At first, Frank thought she was guiding his prick into her pussy, but as she arched to him he felt his throbbing member enter a tight new place.
"Fuck ... Francois ... fuck my asshole!"
The words excited him as the head of his prick entered her rectum. He thrust forward with his hips and felt her asshole open to him-then, there was a second tightness and a warm, velvet softness enveloped his prick. The tightness squeezed his cock and the press of her ass to his loins filled him with an unbearable pleasure.
He became aware then of her moving her hands over his and soaping her tits, then she took hold of his right hand and moved it to her cunt.
"Fuck me with your finger... and fuck me ... fuck me in the ass!"
The tightness of her asshole was a sheer delight to him as he inserted two fingers into her soapy pussy and began stroking her gently with the tips of his fingers. Then, he began a slow in-and-out movement and his prick sent waves of pleasure through her body as he experienced the. most delightful sensation he had ever known.
"Oh, yess . ., yesss! Francois ... fuck me ... fuck your mother's ass! Fuck ... fuck fuck ... FUCK MEEEE!"
She shoved her ass against him as he fucked violently in an effort to satisfy her demands. He felt himself cumming and he knew there was no way he could ever hold off, her asshole gripping him like a tight, hot glove. His fingers moved in and out of her slippery cunt while she groaned and twisted beneath his hands and throbbing prick.
Michele felt her orgasm building and she knew it was going to be a great one as her son's fingers ravaged her cunt and sent new waves of sensation through her body. She knew his prick in her tight asshole was about to explode as she held tightly to the shower handles.
She gasped for breath as his prick hammered at her exposed ass and she marveled again at both the size of his cock and of the boy's control-no man had ever endured the tightness of her asshole for as long as her son. She felt the tears welling in her eyes as she was overcome with love for him and his beautiful body.
"Ohhhh ... Uhhnnn ... God ... Oh, God ... Francois ... fuck me baby, fuck your mother ...
fuck ... yes ... Oh, God, yessssss!"
She felt her knees go weak as her body shuddered in the throes of the most intense physical pleasure she could remember.
Frank felt her shudder and her asshole spasmed as she reached her climax-her bowels became tighter and tighter. His legs quivered and his breath came in short, sharp gasps as his juices boiled from his balls and shot from his swollen prick, deep inside his mother's bowels. Spurt after spurt sent waves of delightful sensations through his body. He gazed at Michele. Her head was thrown back, her face a mask of pleasure and grimace and for a moment he was unsure whether he was causing her pain or delight.
His fingers were still fucking in and out of her cunt and he slowed his motion as he felt the contractions pass. The last of his cum spurted into her asshole and he shuddered as his hand left her pussy to take hold of her tit.
He stood very still then and as their breathing returned to normal, he felt his prick softening inside her bowels. She straightened slightly and as she did, he felt his prick popping free of her anal canal. She ran her hands over his hips as she turned her face to his and kissed him gently.
"Thank you, Francois ... that was ... that was the most beautiful thing I have ever known ... the most beautiful!"
Frank's chest swelled with pride. He gathered his mother into his arms, turned her around and kissed her softly on the mouth, as she pressed her body close to his. "Thank you, Mother . .. that was the most beautiful thing I have ever known."
When they had regained their strength and composure, they soaped and washed each other's bodies. As Michele soaped his prick, she laughed lightly as it rose again to an erect attention.
"So soon?" she asked, amazement in her voice.
Frank blushed as his mother looked wide-eyed at his swelling prick. "Should it not be so?"
Laughing again, she kissed the tip of his nose. "No, my love... I think it is absolutely-beautiful-is there anything I can do for you?"
Frank swallowed and ran his hands over his mother's tits. "Yes .... there is ... I would like to watch you ... I would like for you to ... to take it in your mouth ... would you?"
She laughed, then knelt before him. Frank watched as his mother took his swollen prick into her mouth and licked the head of it with her tongue. He was fascinated by the way her mouth ovaled as she took more and more of his cock into her mouth.
He watched his mother as she bobbed her head on his prick. She took his cock deeply into her throat and he could feel the head of it touch her there and bend.slightly.
Michele licked and sucked her son's prick as he watched. As she felt his cock throbbing, she fondled his balls. He moaned as she took the entire length of his cock into her throat and sucked strongly, then as she withdrew to the swollen head, she tasted the first drops of his semen as it began to spurt forth into her sucking mouth.
Michele opened her mouth and extended her tongue as the white fluid burst forth. She grabbed the base, of his prick with her hand and milked it fully.
Frank watched in awe and amazement as his cum spurted from the head of his prick and onto his mother's tongue. He felt his knees go weak as a blob of cum hit her lip and dribbled from the comer of her straining mouth. Then he blinked as she closed her mouth about the head of his cock and sucked furiously.
Michele let his cock spurt its load onto her tongue and took as much as she could in her mouth without losing it, then she swallowed and took his prick into her mouth again to finish him off. She laved his prick before she stood.
"We will always have this, Francois..." she told him. "Always ..."
Frank kissed her again, filled with love and wonder.
That was their first encounter, and from it came long, sensual nights spent together whenever Jacques was away on business. When he was not, Michele would often creep into her son's room in the dark of night while her husband slept soundly to stand by Frank's bed as she spread her legs for him to suck her cunt.
Other times, they would meet somewhere in the house and enjoy a quick fuck even when Jacques was elsewhere in the house. They fucked standing up in the kitchen, on the back porch, in the bathroom and on one occasion in the hall closet.
Two months passed and they became more bold when Jacques was away, walking about the house totally naked and fucking and sucking whenever the notion took them. They were like two young lovers.
Each became expert in satisfying the other's needs and with the passage of the third month and Frank's fifteenth birthday, they found themselves alone for an entire glorious week when Jacques was called suddenly to New York on business, "I'll call every day," Jacques promised as Michele drove him to the airport.
She smiled. "Yes, do ... I worry so about you when you go off on these trips."
"And I worry about you, darling," he told her sincerely. "But I know that Francois will care for you untill return ... he is nearly a man ..."
"Yes ..." she said and sighed. "I know ... I know."